Glad Rag Doll

Little painted lady with your lovely clothes

Where are you bound for may I ask?What your diamonds cost you everybody knows

All the world can see behind your maskOld doll and in black rags

Tomorrow may turn to sad rags

They call her glad rag dollAdmired, desired by lovers who soon grow tired

Poor little glad rag dollYou just a pretty toy they like to play with

You're not the kind they choose to grow old and grey withDon't make this the end here

It's never too late to mend you

Poor little glad rag dollYou just a pretty toy they like to play with

You're not the kind they choose to grow old and grey withDon't make this the end here

It's never too late to mend you

Poor little glad rag doll